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macjaket · 4 years ago

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So, just binged kipo season 3. Here’s my favourite moments/phrases.

If us don’t want KIPO SEASON 3 SPOILER pls dont read.

( @that-spider-fan-over-there hey, so i couldnt tell u some of these cuz i didnt want to spoil it. But now that you’ve seen it here they are)

Jammack singing

“HMUFA” -just the way they try to say it

“If this isnt happening, i have a date with troy”-benson/troy is cannon?

“Youre in our house, so here are our rules. TEHRE ARE NO RULES”

The way kipo got super exited by seeing the “mute kids” playing together -my heart melted

“Yumyam babysita you all” -i love this cat

K-pop narwhals

The girl dancing to the “wall siren”

Friendship alliance song between cats and snakes

“Anyone that would cage a musical dolphin unicorn cant be a good person”

“And she killed my best friend......... stalky”

“Ok, i respect your boundaries but im here if you need me to trample her”

I love wolf’s new weapon

“Did she stab u in the back while we sneezed?”

Scarlemagne being cute with the little kids, scarlemagne being cute with the little kids, scarLEMAGNE BEING CUTE WITH THE LITTLE KIDS

Song (mega mokey) and scarlemagne playing charades

“Almost forgot my hat” -i love muholond (or however u say it)

Yumyam nooooooooooooooooooooooo -excuse me for a moment im gonna go cry for a few hours-

Song’s back -oh gods oh gods, i cant take it. This show is makimg me feel too many emotions

“Wolf come here, family hug” -happy screeches cuz she sees her as more than a friend, but family

“What would scare the humans” “diversity”-i died laughing”

Benson steps on a bug - the whole scene had me dying of laughter

Dancing mega jaguar

Song “dubstepping”

Jammack getting exited to make traps

“You dont scare me ball” -gets taken out by a ball

Greta breaking open literally anithing -holy sheeet she is so strong

One of the two main wolves taking the hit for the other one -noooooo

Zane saving label

The ending of ep 6- what is happening?!?

Angry mega jaguar kipo just being inmune and scaring the living sheesh out of everyone

Dave’s story

When dave’s story becomes how he and benson met

“Who throws a party in the middle of a war” literally everyone :”kipo”

“Right cuz im on the side of the mutes now” -zane is an absolute himbo

“They all left” scarlemagne:” not everyone”- me starting to chant “redemption arc, redemption arc, redemption arc”

“ i live here, you guys should go”

The treasure squirrels - do i need to say more?

Wolf and scarlemagne bonding and realizing they both see kipo as a sister

“Prahm posal” song

Benson’s prahm posal -its so cute im gonna die

Benson and Troy kiss - OH MY GODS its happening, its oficial its cannon i can die in peace now

I am not justifying emilia’s actions, but her dad was an asshole

Kipo’s prahm dress was amazing

Me :” ilove liam i hope nothing bad happens to him” the show :” were gonna have emilia kill him to fuel the hate of mutes in her backstory” me: -insert surprised picachu meme-

Zane and Label the gym bros- and so the bromance begins

Wolf: being thrown all over the place. Scarlemagne -doing exercise-: “im helping”

“You’re gonna take us to Emilia, or else...... or else no pancakes”

Doug is amazing

Kipo when she sees Benson and Troy “my heart is about to explode” -me too kipo, me too

-heores on fire starts playing” HO MY GODS , heroes on fire, I MIGTH DIE WITH THIS

Wolf without the wolf cape

Emilia in her dress for prahm -oh DAYUMMMMM, i still hate her but she looks gorgeous

Wolf covering mandu from the cure

“This could be a new age, an age of wonderbeasts” -wink wink, i see what u did there

Emilia injecting herself with the mega walrus serum- HOLY GUACAMOLEEE

“Oh nonononono you’re the scariest of the kids”

Jammack riding in with a mega mute army

“Wait, i helped?!?” -yes Greta you can help you big dumb strong sweet lady

“I am glad we were able to be a family, one more time” -no Hugo, plz, dont do this to us. I know i wanted a redemption arc, but pls dont sacrifice yourself

“No one deserves to have their mind taken away from them, not even you” -kipo is too good for this world

Mandu saving kipo from Emilia

The orange moss thingy taking away Emilia

Hugo’s final moment - he didnt go out as Scarlemangne, he went out as Hugo, with his family. This show is having me crying all over the place

The “five years later” - showing that things actually ended up good and in peace

Older kipo - i mean, everyone looked amazing five years later, but i just love Kipo’s “older” character design so much

#kipo spoilers #kipo s3 #kipo s3 spoilers #kipo #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

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fercnmi · 3 years ago

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guess whos sick lol?? its me duh!!!! so im probalu gonna make some moee sick hcs for the gang or random characters is, is tehre anyone u guys wnanna see ♿

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goddessofroyalty · 4 years ago

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Something like Remnants Cloud, where Cloud gets pregnant but Sephiroth ends up escaping with him while he's still pregnant. And so as they evade anyone trying to find them, and figure out what to do, Cloud is having lot's of thoughts. Like, Sephiroth is showing a lot of humanity here, and that he can be a good guy. Now how does Cloud manage to convince him of that and that he doesn't need to destroy the world?

So this one really dpeneds n how much you line it up to the canon of Nibelheim incident. Because the Remnants Carrier verse is... just hte canon except Hojo shoves some babies into Cloud. Sephiroth went evil, Cloud ‘killed’ him, Hojo captured him and Zack.

But you have to remember - before Sephiroth killed Cloud’s mom and burned down his home town Cloud hero worshipped him. So if you make it that Hojo grabbed Cloud and decided to use him as a Free Womb without Nibelheim the trigger Cloud is more amazed tthat SEphiroth is shown concern about him - a noboby who got turned into a science experiment. I realise it’s not the route you mean by this ask but it is an interesting one nonetheless.

For this one the best route would probably be... early Sephiroth revival. SO Cloud ‘kills’ Sephiroth, Hojo decides the punishment for that is to be the womb for Sephiroth heirs and then Sephiroth shows up and breaks Cloud out.

In that case the biggest dellemna for Cloud is - clearly Sephiroth hadnt’ been in his right mind during what went down at Nibelheim there is something More Evil pulling the strings but also Sephiroth killed Cloud’s mom and that’s a hard thing to forgive. Especially seeing Cloud is probably feeling a bit extra... used and abused because of the pregnancy.

And then tehre’s the... Sephiroth clearly still plotting world domination and should Cloud suppress his complicated efelings because he’s in the best position to convince Sephiroth to not do that?

Have to ask though - where’s Zack in all this?

#Sefikura #SephCloud #Sephiroth #Cloud Strife #Cloud is remnants carrier #Final Fantasy #mpreg #Final Fantasy mpreg #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #Final Fantasy VII #FFVII

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jackidy · 4 years ago

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To Star Lake - Chapter 2

Rating: T Pairings: Todoroki Shouto/Sero Hanta Characters: Various Universe: Howls Moving Castle Au

Summary: A day of impossibilities starts with a mystery man, with mismatched eyes and cold hands, rescuing him in a dark alleyway as he attempted to go about his business and the pet name sweetheart being said a little too tenderly. It ends with another stranger cursing him in his own store after telling them to leave.

Things like this don’t happen to people like Sero Hanta.

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He’s all too aware of his body when he wakes up, the dull thrum of pain in his joints and back that was not too different from every time he’d fallen asleep at his desk whilst working. Only he’s not at his desk, he’s in his bed, staring at the off-white ceiling as Sero willed himself to get up, mind combing through the events of yesterday in a bid to find the source of why he ached so much.

Went to see Kaminari. Was literally swept off his feet by a wizard. Came home and met another one who –

The attempt to sit up quickly is beaten by the stiffness, Sero grumbling to himself as he stumbled over to the mirror and wash basin in his room, blinking at his appearance before sighing in resignation. “So, I didn’t dream that after all.” He mumbles, voice deeper and croakier than it had been before, eyeing his now older features warily. How was he going to explain this to Urakaka and the workers or to Mina when she turned up later?

Wait, Mina. Moving with speed that leaves him winded, Sero locks the door, knowing the other would barely hesitate before slamming the door open to announce her presence the moment she realised he wasn’t downstairs. But how could he go downstairs?! He’d aged fifty years over night due to some guy whose life mission last night seemed to solely be tormenting Sero.

Had he been the person following them through the alleyway? He wasn’t caught up enough on magic practises to know if blue fire was a common thing, he just now knew that curses burnt through you like fire. Presuming that his current state was reversible at all, gods he hoped it was.

“Pass that on to little Shouto, would you.”

Why did everything keep coming back to Shouto? He’d never met the man. Surely, he’d remember meeting a supposed heart stealing wizard, even if Sero was far from his usual target. He’d entertained the idea of his rescuer being him, of the renowned heart eater saving him, kissing the back of his hand before he was stating he was his Hanta. But things like that don’t happen to him, regardless of what yesterday have proved, it was simply a case of mistaken identity that had resulted in all this.

At least, that was the truth he believed until a better idea came up.

The jostling of the door handle startles him, an all too familiar annoyed noise before loud, impatient knocking sounded against the door. “Sero Hanta! Open this door so I can see your lovely face.” There she was, tehre was Mina, Sero tempted to open the door and greet her only to stop himself. How does he explain this? It had been a struggle in and of itself trying to play down the events of yesterday to keep Kaminari from stressing out and that was before the additional ones that left him twenty-three going on seventy.

“Maybe next time, I’m not feeling too great.” Not an entire lie, he didn’t feel great. He felt confused and anxious more than anything. Please buy it, he mentally pleads, hoping it would be good enough cover as to why he sounded so old now. “I must have caught something at the parade yesterday.” I caught a series of impossible events, he adds silently, waiting with bated breath to see if she buys it and leaves.

“Do you need me to get you anything? We can bring you some soup at lunch time?” We? Oh, Urakaka. No doubt as soon as Mina returned downstairs with news he was ill she’d be in the same concerned boat as Mina, the pair a force to be reckoned with when it came to any worker feeling a little off colour or, more often than not, whenever Sero over worked himself.

It happened more often than he cared to admit.

“Sure, you know my favourite.” What time was it now? How long until the lunch break and how long did he have to leave? It was ten, lunch began at one. 3 Hours was plenty of time to dress, pack some food and money and leave before they all came back. As much as he would love to stay, he doesn’t know how to explain any of this, the idea of disappearing for a while and coming back himself a more attractive idea.

Kaminari is probably going to laugh at the fact the thing that got him to stop following his self-imposed expectations of himself was being turned into an old man. This all after, of course, the blonde would shout about how he’d been right about Sero’s day only getting stranger.

His clothes still fit, though what they gained in length they lost in looseness, fitting now more snugly against him. Perhaps that’s a perk in and of itself, if this is what he was going to look like when he was older, at least his metabolism had slowed down enough to let him gain weight. “At least your clothes fit you better now.” Sero whispers to himself, shrugging on a jacket and jamming his signature hat on like always.

First stop is the kitchen, taking his bag and cautiously unlocking the door, heading downstairs, breathing a small sigh of relief to find the kitchen empty, grabbing bread, cheese and some cured meat before pausing at the sight of the tart on the table and the small note beside it of ‘Hanta’s, don’t touch!’. Oh, the temptation to take it, arguing with himself for a little too long before sighing and walking over, grabbing the nearest pen to scribble a quick ‘thank you! – Hanta’ on the note before taking it.

No use adding to the panic they were going to feel when they realised that he was gone, Sero hesitating, unsure of if he should go through with his plan before shaking his head, shoving the entire bite sized pastry in his mouth. He was leaving. He was going to the wastes to find someone, anyone, willing to tell him how to break this curse placed on him and, with any luck, hopefully break it.

Shoving the plundered food into his bag, he makes a quick escape as the dawning realisation of how much tea the shop went through during the day set in. Leaving through the gate in the courtyard behind the store, Sero slips into the alleyway, thankful as the stiffness of his joints seems to ease up but noting with some annoyance how it still remained, as if a lingering reminder of the mess he’d gotten himself in.

Maybe he should get himself a walking stick? If anything, it would add to the look, Sero politely turning down the off of help down some stairs before going back to his thoughts, did he have enough to buy a walking stick? Did he have enough money at all? He hadn’t really checked his wallet before leaving, he’d just assumed he’d have enough to get by on. Did recklessness come with being older or was this just another side of the curse that he was only just now becoming aware of because, sure, he wasn’t always the most careful of people but he’d always been careful when it came to his finances.

He’ll find a stick to use when he gets to the wastes, nothing was so sore he needed one right now anyway but it would be a safe bet he may need something to assist walking when he made it to the moorland wastes. But he was getting ahead of himself, it was all fair and well planning what he’d do once he reached the outskirts of civilisation but he first had to get there.

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He should have bought a walking stick.

Sero makes it to the wastes, hitching a ride with a farmer whose farmland backed onto them, who felt the need to remind Sero he was crazy for going up into the wastes alone, how nobody who went there ever came back and that he hoped whoever Sero was looking for was worth it. He doesn’t have the heart to tell the man that he’s aware of the first two, just smiling a little sadly and informing him that, yes, the person he was looking for was important. Even if Sero didn’t know who that was just yet, silently hoping it was the man from the alleyway just so he could point out with annoyance at just what he’d inadvertently caused by not letting him be mugged.

That’s what he tells himself anyway, knowing it in part to be a lie.

He still wants to know how the man knew his name, how he treated him like they not only knew each other but were close. Sero has met many people through his work but he knows full well that whilst he remembers people, they rarely remember him and yet, Mr Mystery was not only unknown to him but also knew enough about Sero to not only call him his given name but kiss his hand. How could he not be intrigued enough to seek him out and demand answers to every question the wizard had been the source of?

Sero shivers as another breeze goes through him, noting bitterly he should have picked up a thicker jacket than the one he wore as well as a stick, huddling down into a small outcropping of trees, pulling the flimsy jacket tighter around him before blowing into his hands. “Biggest I’ve ever been and I still can’t keep fucking warm.” He mutters to himself bitterly, digging into his bag for a bite to eat before setting himself to thinking of warm things.

The hearth in the work room that made the winters so much more bearable. The hot cocoa Koda made for everyone during his breaks at the bakery, including Sero if he happened to be visiting Kaminari. Urakaka and Mina’s attempts at making soups or stews and failing miserably, Sero always eating them despite the way his stomach protested each time, thinking fondly on how they’d improved over the years to the point what they made was now truly edible. How hot the alleyway had been even with the ice cold hand on his waist, how warm the wizards hand had been in comparison when it-

No.

He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about that right now, Sero’s stomach churning. It was his fault he was an old man, his fault he was currently sat in cold moorland and not in his workshop, his fault that everyone he was friends with were probably panicking over his sudden disappearance. No, that one wasn’t his fault, it was Sero’s decision to leave, no matter how much he wanted to blame someone else.

“I should have left a note for them.” He wonders idly, staring at the town in the distance, mouth pressed into a thin line as opposed to one of his usual smiles. They’ll be fine without him, he won’t be gone forever and then he’s return so they can all, rightfully, express their annoyance at him for just absconding into the wilderness without so much as a word never mind a goodbye.

The sound of something rustling makes him jump, Sero scrambling to his feet in a way that wouldn’t have affected his younger body but he’d definitely be feeling later on at this age, turning a little too sharply only to find not a beast but a stick, or should that be a branch, sticking out of the bushes. Had that been there when he’d stopped here earlier or was this just the world granting him a boon to make up for his own personal hell he was experiencing?

Putting his bag back on, Sero moves round to the other side of the outcrop, preferring the idea of not tumbling down the side of the hill should he fall, knowing full well there would be no way he’d manage to get back up the hill with any new pains he’d gain from it. The cold breeze is still present as he grabs the stick in both hands, muttering small curses as he pulled the stick, going as far as to put his foot against a tree for leverage.

“This branch better be damn worth it.” He hisses through clenched teeth, toppling backwards as the branch comes free, revealing not a walking stick like he had hoped but something entirely different. Sero isn’t too proud to admit he screams, a scarecrow that looks more akin to a crucified bird balancing perfectly at his feet, a tattered dark suit covering the frame embellished with red and black feathers that stretched from arms to a flour sack head in a way that made it look like a crown. It’s almost laughable how it looks like a mocking rendition of the missing Prince from the neighbouring kingdom.

Pushing himself to his feet, grunting in pain from his sore back and knees, Sero offers the scarecrow a withering glance before sighing. “Well, there goes my hopes for a walking stick. At least you’re not upside down now.” He grumbles, rolling his shoulders to ease the stiffness settling into them, sighing before setting off again, hands gripping the bag strap as a sense of unease filled him.

He needs to find a place to stay, eyeing the clouds above wearily as they rolled in slowly, thick and dark, the smell of lightning and rain in the air. Kaminari would be happy, he was practically lightning made flesh, but Sero was not his short friend, Sero was not too fond of being caught out in a storm, more so now he knew how cold the wastes were. If only he had actually found a stick in that bush, maybe then he’d move faster than a snail’s pace and have at least a diminishing hope of finding a place to stay tonight as opposed to the none existent one he held onto now.

Sero jumps as something is dropped in front of him, looking down at the offending object, a walking stick, before turning his attention upwards to the looming figure oh the bird turned scarecrow. If this had occurred any other week, Sero knows full well his response to a moving scarecrow would have been one of abject horror, more so down to the thing’s effigy like appearance. “Umm…thanks.”

His back cracks as he bends to pick up the cane, noting with mild amusement the bird head like handle, looking up at the scarecrow again and letting out a breathy laugh. “You must be so proud of yourself, huh?” His response comes in the form of a couple of bounces, Sero not entirely sure why he thought he’d get a verbal one beyond it feeling like a natural conclusion to come to after the day or so. “If you want to find a place for me to stay in tonight too, that would also be helpful.”

The scarecrow bounces away, a lot faster than Sero expected it to move, the cursed man silently wondering just how the scarecrow had come to be and just how it seemed to understand what he was saying to it. Was it also cursed like him or was it simply the product of unspent magic that found its home in an inanimate object? Though, what did he know, his only experiences with magic in life had resulted in the situation he was stuck in.

Hobbling forward, Sero heads in the direction the scarecrow had gone, his legs all too thankful when the ground evened out into something less steep, the lessening ache in his joints feeling heavenly even if he was still in some discomfort, preferring the mild discomfort over the sharper pains that had seemingly haunted his ankles knees and hips on inclines.

He’s not too sure how longer he’s walked for when he smells it, the all too familiar woodsmoke, Sero relaxing and moving forward with as much vigour only for the excitement to come to a crushing end when he hears it. Metal clanks and creaks against itself, the smell of smoke almost suffocating as the sight of both the scarecrow and the house it had found come into view.

Only it wasn’t a house.

That was Shouto’s castle.

“When I said find me a house, I didn’t mean that!” Sero yells, watching as the castle seems to slow its pace, passing the cursed man and scarecrow slowly but never stopping. This had to be a sick coincidence, right? Surely this bird headed scarecrow hadn’t intentionally led a magical walking castle to him, right? He might have come to the wastes looking for a witch or wizard willing to help him out but this was something else entirely, he was hoping for one that didn’t walk hand in hand with a reputation for heart eating.

Any further protests to using the castle are interrupted when the sky rumbles to life, a loud roar of thunder and the crack of lightning somewhere behind him but all too close for comfort. Breaking and entering into a castle owned by a wizard of known incredible power or staying out in a storm? It was an easy enough answer for him to find, stumbling after the castle as the sound of raindrops began to make the metal sing. Why does the castle seem to be speeding up again, had Sero missed his opportunity to enter? Rain biting into the back of his calves as he attempted to catch up, not sure if the sound in his ears was the rumbling thunder or his frantic heartbeat from the sheer effort of trying to at least keep up with the castle.

“Could you decide if you’re letting me in or not already?!” He wheezes out, the burn in his legs almost unbearable, each step feeling like he’s walking on glass as opposed to the rain-soaked grass. It’s unexpected, the way the castle seems to come to a near halt, swinging back on its legs to meet Sero’s next frantic step, the old man stumbling and falling against the stone stairs due to the momentum, hissing from the impact and the pain blooming in his shins and forearms.

He was going to be sore in the morning, shakily pulling himself up with help from both the ramshackle railing and his cane, eyeing the blue door before him before turning to regard the scarecrow, still bouncing after the castle, Sero wondering vaguely if it wanted more praise or if it was simply concerned for his wellbeing. “Thanks,” he says softly, half convinced the scarecrow hadn’t heard him only to witness the scarecrow perform the same bounce it had upon bringing him the stick.

The warmth that hits him upon opening the door is a welcome embrace, Sero walking in without a second glance to the scarecrow, closing the door softly as to avoid alerting anyone to his presence. He may be cursed, worn, far beyond the point of caring anymore but he by no means wished for more misfortunate upon himself, not today at least. Wooden stairs almost feel like a mountain as he climbs them, twelve steps feeling like twelve thousand, yet his lungs feel free, the squeeze of exhaustion having slowly eased out of them.

Sero spots the stool in the dim light of the fire, choosing to ignore the unkempt state of the room he’d entered for now, his sole focus being to sit down and just bask in the heat of the fire. His stick tapping against the floorboards and his grunts whenever he miss stepped where the only thing breaking the silence, Sero using what seemed to be the last of his energy to pull another couple of logs onto the fire before sinking onto the stool, full weight against the stick so he didn’t ultimately fall off.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” The voice is as groggy as he feels, Sero staring at the slowly awakening fire, vaguely registering the grumpy face staring back at him from it. A fire with a face, off putting but not at all surprising, Sero too relaxed under the heat that seemed to melt his muscles and bones in peaceful welcome. It would take an act of god to move him at this point, that much he was sure of.

“I’m not supposed to be a lot of things.” He’s not supposed to be old. He’s not supposed to focus on work too much. He’s not supposed to attract the attention of witches and wizards. He’s not supposed to doubt his friend’s compliments. He’s not supposed to be sat in the castle of Ice Prince Shouto, having a conversation with the fire place about where or not he should have walked in from the wastes.

The fire regards him, a strange expression on its flames akin to impressed and humoured by Sero’s current state and, in all honesty, he isn’t sure which is worse. “Who the fuck did you piss off to have that happen?” The fire’s voice is gravely, like the crackle of burning wood, Sero finding himself slowly falling asleep only to jolt awake when there’s an annoyed shout of ‘wake up’ followed by an insult.

“I don’t know, didn’t think to ask for a name during the entire exchange.” He jokes, ignoring the unimpressed look on the fire’s flames, feeling the exhaustion begin to creep in once more. Would he still have been this fatigued if he were still his true age? He’s not sure, knowing he’s had stressful enough day to exhaust anyone. “If I can stay the night then I’ll be on my way before-”

“Do you want to break it?”

“Break what?”

“The curse.”

The silence stretches on, the fire returning Sero’s dumbfounded look with one of mild annoyance. How does he answer that? Of course he wants to break the curse but what could a fire, sentient or not, do to help him? Sure, he had had his doubts about the scarecrow but this was different, the scarecrow could at least move but the fire was well and truly trapped in the hearth. “How do I know you actually want to help me and this isn’t another trick?”

It smirks at him, a little too on the feral side for Sero to feel fully comfortable with it, flames burning a little brighter with what he could only guess to be excitement. “Because you’re not the only one with a curse to break.” That made sense, he supposes, a fair trade of one broken curse for another, Sero wondering just how someone managed to curse a fire before it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, the fire was in the same position as he was. “Do we have a deal?”

“Sero. My name is Sero.” He replies sleepily, all too ready to fall into the embrace of sleep as he yawned widely, slumping further onto his cane.

“Bakugou.”

“You’ve got a deal.” He mumbles more than says, finally giving himself over to the exhaustion.

#todosero #sero hanta #seroroki #mina ashido #takami keigo #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha howls moving castle au #im sorry todosero tag for how much you've seen this fic be posted i didn't know that would happen

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luci-cunt · 4 years ago

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Tell me about Magneto🤭

MAY YOU CAN’T SEE IT BUT IM KISSING YOU SO PASSIONATELY RIGHT NOW

Ok so listeeennnn tooooo meeeee, okokokok, so a while ago I went on this James McAvoy bender--don’t ask--and I saw he was in the X-Men movies, whic hi haven’t watched since the Wolverine movies/ Last Stand when I was like, actually a baby. So anyways I flipped them on thinking “yeah what could go wrong?” except I watched them in the wrong order

Anyways here’s an essay on why neither Erik or Prof X was right and the actual answer would be to compromise and these movies how how because they’re both too stubborn and couldn’t it destroyed their friendship and fucked everything up.

Also the fact that X-Men: First Class is the best Villain origin story to ever cross the screen.

Ok so spoilers ahead for X-Men: Days of Future Past and X-Men: First Class

Now, it should be noted that I’m no an X-Men expert I just love these two movies.

So for some context: First Class and Days of Future Past are both kind of prequels, except DoFP is a prequel-sequel?? becuase of time travel?? I’ll explain don’t worry. The point is, they take place in the past where all the characters are younger. James McAvoy plays Professor X (who I’ll just be calling X for this whole thing), Michael Fassbender plays Magneto (aka Erik), oh and Jennifer Lawrence plays Mystic--who will be appearing in this essay XDD.

Alright so first of all have a plot summary: DoFP is about Wolverine getting sent back in time so he can convince a younger Prof X to stop Raven (aka Mystic) from getting caught by this guy Trask who then uses her DNA to create super weapons that irradiate all mutants. The current future Wolverine is in, he, prof X, Magneto, and a few other mutants are trying their best to survive but it’s a losing battle and their only hope is to literally change the past.

This one takes place after the events of First Class, which I will now explain.

So in First Class a younger Prof X and Magneto team up to find and recruit bb mutants to X’s school because the government wants to use Mutants to help fight the Russians (oh head this takes placee in the 1960′s right before the Cuban Missile Crisis). This is essentially a Magneto origin story and also--in my opinion--the best villain origin story to ever cross the screen.

OK so now some details on our main characters:

Magneto/ Erik Lehnsherr: a literal holocaust survivor who’s only goal in the begining of the story is hunting/ killing nazi’s, specifically one nazi who tortured him specifically and I will get into him later don’t worry.

Professor X: super smart rich white boy with a heart of gold but also enough naivete to make a lamb look like a Stephen King character.

Already you can see very stark differences between the two of them. Erik is set up as being a staunch pessimist while X is a vivid optimist, and that makes sense. X’s grown up sheltered and never wanting for anythign while Erik suffered a trainwreck of the greatest traumas in human existence hitting him over and over and over again from like age fucking 9.

Ok also tehre’s J-Law’s character Raven, who is a mutant that can change her skin to look like anythign she wants it to but her actual form is blue/ scaly/ “not pretty” (bullshit but ok). She met X when she broke into his house one night to steal some food and then they became friends, their relationship will become important later but for now that’s all u need to know.

ok so anyways, in the begining of First Class Erik is hunting + killing Nazi’s, specifically looking for this one called Schmidt because when Erik was little he and his family were carted away to a concentration camp where Schmidt witness Erik use his metal bending powers and decided to “train” him. aka physically/ mentally abuse him for years. The whole thing starts with Schmidt trying to get Erik to lift a metal coin with his mind, when he can’t (because he’s a child who didn’t even know he had his powers until literally hours ago) Schmidt puts his mother’s life on the line and when he still can’t Schmidt kills her. This sends Erik it’s a rage and he crushes some nazi heads but then Schmidt is still standing and mentions how “oh gotcha, so it’s rage and pain that’s the key to your powers huh?” anyways this tidbit and the coin will become important later trust me--

Meanwhile Prof X is graduating from Oxford/ generally being an idiot pretty boy. He’s a telepath who knows about his powers and has used them from an early age. He also wrote some big paper on mutants, which gets the attention of an FBI agent who witnesses the villains being mutants and wants his advice

However, the villains just so happen to be Schmidt, who’s going by “Shaw” now, so when X and the agents catch up to him Erik is already there and on a mission to murder his ass. Some bs happens, Erik tries to pull a submarine out of the water but can’t (T-T this will be important) and X jumps into the water to stop him because the mental stress is literally killing him.

That’s how they meet.

It’s important to note: up until this point, Erik didn’t know there were other mutants, so meeting X, who’s friends with Raven, is kind of a big deal for him. He and X become very fast friends and also have a very homoerotic montage where they become dads for a bunch of mutant teenagers, because they realize they can use X to track all these baby mutants, collect them, and train them so they don’t grow up fearing their powers.

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Anyways, the other thing about this is that now that Erik has this newfound group of people that are just like him, he’s opening up, and X is helping him realize he’s actually so much more powerful when he taps into happy memories rather than fueling himself on pain and rage. This scene always makes me sob oh my god--

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Also, fellas--is it gay to “access the brightest cortex” of your homies memories and remind him that hate and pain are not good motivators before reminding him that he has good memories he can draw on and showing him that his life has not been entirely painful?

YEs, the answer is yes are u shitting me??

ok so anyways--something to note about this is that X and Erik are both very protective of all their new kids, but Erik is especially so. I’m going to be getting into this more but just tab thsi thought for later :)

Now, the plot’s kicking up a bit, because it’s at this point that Erik and X capture one of Shaw’s (aka the nazi’s) main lackies and they question her until she gives them the info that Shaw’s planning on using the Cuban Missile Crisis tensions to start a nuclear war to wipe out all humans so that only mutants survive in the new world.

Obviously they want to stop him, but also, you can kind of tell that Erik is not totally against this plan, which only gets to be more later but that’s for later.

Right now I wanna take a quick break to talk about Raven--aka Mystic, aka J-Law. She and X were childhood friends and she kind of clung to him because she doesn’t have family/ anyone she can really be herself around besides him.

X insistently says throughout the movie he sees her as a sister, but it’s kinda obvious she’d be down to fuck. She has this big plotline where she keeps trying to get X to understand why it’s so frustrating for her to have to be using energy to look “human.” Because her natural form is the one with the blue skin. X doesn’t understand this because his power is easy to hide, it’s simple for him to just fake-human and have no one be any wiser, Raven, however, doesn’t have that luxury and when she tries to explain this to X it just flies over his head, insisting she hide her natural self to better fit in if that’s what she really wants.

Queue Erik, who comes in as a king of self love. He’s pretty blunt about it, but his point is basically “you’re wasting energy by constantly pretending you’re something you’re not--stop” and she responds essentially with “yeah but then no one will like me” to which he responds “then make them.”

Raven’s relationship with both the boys is used through both First Class and DoFP to really highlight their faults. X believes humans and mutants can coexist but he thinks we go about doign that by completely ignoring the pages of history of abuse mutants have suffered--and it’s mostly because he hasn’t experienced it.

Erik on the other hand will do everything and anything he possibly can to protect his new family/ people, and in his head that means exterminating any and all threats. By the end of the movie--humans become one of those threats.

The point of this whole ramble is that: they both represent utter opposites, BUT, X’s blind optimism and Erik’s blind pessimism are equally bad.

Ok so back to plot for a second to prove this.

Shaw is revealed to be a mutant himself and he also has a helmet that can block telepathy. (yes it’s the magneto helmetjasjd;fkjaskl;dfjasldkj jsut wait).

His plan’s complicated but basically: he’s going to poke America and Russia until they pop and incite a nuclear war. And it works. The whole pre-climax of the film sees X, Erik, Raven, and the other mutants all working double time to stop Shaw’s plan (AND IT INVOLVES ERIK SUCCESSFULLY PULING A SUBMARINE OUT OF THE WATER!!! BECAUSE NOW HE’S USING HAPPINESS INSTEAD OF ANGER/ PAIN!!!).

Anywho, they’re doing all this, but then some bullshit happens, the plane they’re on crashes oh and -- yeah there’s this part where Erik uses himself as a seatbelt for X it’s fantastic but anyways--

This is finally the climax of the film.

Also possibly the greatest scene in film history in my humble opinion.

Because listen--in order to stop Shaw they need the helmet off of him so that X can telepathically freeze his ass and they can arrest him or whatever. So they split up--Erik rushes into the wreckage to find Shaw and X stays behind ready to freeze the guy as soon as the helmet comes off but--

Well, vengence is just too tempting.

So when Erik gets Shaws helmet off, X freezes the guy, and he’s ecstatic, at least until he realizes Erik plans on killing Shaw.

He’s pleading with Erik because this is vengence and he can’t chose that but Erik just puts on the helmet and--taunts Shaw, pulling out the coin Shaw taunted him with all those years ago and in a mimickry of the game Shaw forced him to play as a child and killed his mother over--he slowly floats the coin at Shaws head, telling him “I’m going to count to ten, and all you have to do is move.”

But he can’t--because X is holding him--and that’s the point, Erik wants him as helpless as he was, and X can’t let his hold on Shaw go because that would mean putting Erik in danger but he’s also in Shaws head so he feels the coin go through his head as though Erik was doing it to him and the fucking cinematography in this scene is so fuaksdjf;laksjd;fjasd;lkfjadsl;asdjf;ljL:DKJFL:SDKJFL:D KFUCKKKKK

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This scene is cinematic perfection don’t fucking lOOK at me unless you agree.

T-T and then, it only gets worse, because now Erik’s finally finished his original purpose--killing the man who killed his mother and ruined his life--and now he’s got a new one, aka protecting his new family aka the mutants.

AND HE’S ONLY PROVEN RIGHT THAT HUMANS ARE A THREAT BECAUSE THEY TURN AND TRY TO KILL ALL THE MUTANTS IN THE PLANE CRASH AND JSUT--

And so he stops all the missiles flying their way, and turns them around on the humans and X has to stop him but he’s not listening and the rawest fucking line in the whole movie comes when X says

“There’s hundreds of men on those ships--innocent men. They’re just following orders!”

And Erik simply replies, “I’ve been at the mercy of men ‘just following orders’--never again.”

And then he goes to blow up the shipsthen one of the other characters goes to shoot Erik and he deflects the bullet wtihout thinking right. into. X’s. back.

Paralysing him.

And just akjd;fjasdflkjasd;lfkj this scene speaks for itself

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Listen just--akjdsf;ljasdlk jguys this movie has no right being this good.

And then the movie closes off with X and Erik literally begging one another to just see it their way--because they both want so badly to be on the same side but they’re too stubborn and they refuse to see compromise and just ajkdf;lja;sdkfja;sdljkfsadlkf

Ok I realize now that I barely talked about DoFP but this is already so long. The major things I was going to bring up was teh absolutely fantastic bitter exes energy that McAvoy and Fassbender bring to that movie it’s excellent but also the fact that X is literally the only person Erik goes out of his way not to kill despite standing directly in the way of Erik’s goal.

Like, you remember my whole deal with Raven??? yeah that’s x10 in DoFP (which takes place quickly after this movie) yeah so her and Erik are close, and shown to be close, but the second he thinks she endangers his fam he literally 180′s so quick and tries to straight up murder her.

BUT HE FUCKING BENDS THE BULLET AROUND X’s HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! X!!!!!!!!!! WHO’S LITERALLY 100% AGAINST HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST

Ok, that’s all. By the way I don’t want to like, up your expecations too much because I actually kind of hate X-Men: First Class almost as much as I love it?? it’s very..... of it’s era, and cheesy, and dumb--but fucking magneto you guys holy SHIT

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fancyfade · 6 years ago

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just read batgirl #23 (where batman and oracle are talking about if Cass is going to go through with Shiva’s fight, and how they don’t think Cass can beat Shiva and she wants to commit suicide-by-martial-artist)

I think Batman is very invested in his image of Cass (the one where the tape is faked and she never killed anyone). He says she can’t be a killer because Cass is just like him (she understands the mission perfectly).

And Oracle says “what if she’d just like you... and she’s a killer?”

which is kind of ... not 100 percent true IMO because Cass killed someone before she even knew what death was, as far as we know (Alfred said from the tape there’s no way she had any idea what she was about to do, and knowing Cass’s nature that’s probably true). So I’m not sure if you’d say “she’s a killer” like it’s a continuing, intentional aspect of her personality. The instant she knew what she did she ran away and never did it again.

But I still think she’s got a point in that she did kill someone and is just like Bruce in some regards, but Bruce isn’t willing to accept it. I think he isn’t sure though, or at least suspects the truth, because if he was sure she didn’t do it, he could ask her to confirm. But he’s afraid of what answer he’ll get if he does.

Anyway

Batman seems very invested in Cass as a mini-me. He seems pretty enthusiastic about setting her up with a cave and no secret ID (she is wanted by government guys for something - batman only says she should attempt to recover her secret ID when Babs points out someone can connect her to Batgirl).

Also Cass’s just... intention to commit suicide-by-Shiva is really freaking depressing. Like I know why she feels such self-loathing but it’s like come on, Cass’s friends, maybe stage an intervention? Tell her she’s not an inherently bad person? I know she hasn’t voiced practically any of her concerns to you, but you can still tell something is going on.

granted I know if tehre’s any intervention, it won’t be successful because the comic is going to go up to the Shiva fight for Drama. writing wise, it would be an anti-climax if Cass just didn’t show.

#idk #batgirl spoilers #if you haven't read the cass cain batgirl that came out over a decade ago #cassandra cain #batgirl #dc comics #suicide mention #lady shiva #batman #the oracle #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #batgirl 2000

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kandadiff · 7 years ago

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Chapter 19 - Forewarning

this is a little long and is mostly about you!!

I flattened my skirt and fixed my hair while Simon stood up to answer the door. Demi’s bright smile shined at me and Simon, she was holding a cart of food. “Hey, I figured you might be hungry so I brought some food. I wasn’t sure what you eat Kay, so I brought a little of everything.” She wheeled the cart infront of the couch but I shook my head and stood up.

“Thank you Demi but I’ve actually have to get going.” She frowned and behind her Simon shook his head, his eyes pleading for me to stay. I went past him to grab my purse.

“I’d really wish you’d stay, kid.” Simon said following me as I walked but I shook my head resisting the urge to push him away from me. For the first time in a very long time, I was on guard around Simon and with good reason too. Negan was already on alert around anyone who even looked at me funny, if he found out about this… I shook my head with a polite smile.

“Sorry I can’t stay, I hope you understand.” Demi nodded while I went to the door.

“Let me at least walk you out.” Simon said from behind me and I nodded. However as soon as we were outside of his bedroom and the door was closed he gently pushed me into a nearby supply closet shutting the door and blocking the exit with his body. I reached in my purse holding the switchblade I kept in there tight in my hand. “Listen.” His eyes drifted to my hand and he smiled and backed up “I’m not going to do anything to you kid, I ain’t that stupid.” I didn’t let go of the knife but I wasn’t as nervous. He sighed “Kid, Kay, I’m sorry truly sorry. What I did was wrong, I’m sorry. I just… You really are one of a kind Kay, and I guess I just couldn’t control myself. I swear to you Kay it won’t happen again. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me but I know that I crossed the line.”

I loosened my grip on the knife and gave a small smile. “I’m glad you understand you fucked up.” He chuckled. “But it’s okay. I forgive you and don’t worry. It stays a secret.” I didn’t need Simon dying too. He smiled and looked at me for a moment. I hugged him and then leaned back and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Demi?”

“What you don’t like her?” He shrugged “Shes cute, I’m thinking about making her my girlfriend.”

“Oh I wish adi was alive to see this.” I laughed and he looked at me amused and confused.

“Why?”

“Oh no reason.” I smiled while he lead us out of the closet. “I think you should go for it. Demi is … nice.”

Why did it smell like salt and why was there so much wind? You opened your sleepy and tired eyes confused. Why were you sitting up? Why where you outside? You remembered after his training and Lulu running off to jump on Jake, Maxis wheeled you back to the doctor’s office. Both of you ate some type of stew and then you watched family Guy until you fell asleep. But now you were on the path leading to the beach, you were able to see the ocean from your spot but when you tried to look behind you there was only black. You heart thumped as you called out for someone “Hello?” Silence followed you attempted to move the wheels of the chair, expecting to feel unbearable pain in your arms but instead your arms moved without protest. Despite the sky’s color being a misty gray the more you moved from the bath the darker it became until as soon as you reached the sand of the beach and stared back at the path it was as though you were looking into some great monsters mouth and that made you nervous. You attempted to stand, taking deep breaths preparing yourself for the pain the pressure would be for your legs but none came. You could stand up just fine.

It was foggy at the beach today, that compared with the odd quietness and tint of the sky made everything look and feel so creepy. Something told you to keep walking down the beach and when you turned around you realized what that was. The darkness was spreading every so slowly towards you and you were not going to be trapped in it. You quickly made your way down the beach, a pit of dread filling your stomach as the darkness neared you. Until you were screaming and running without looking where you were going and tripped over some roots, your face landing in the sand. You sat up wiping the sandy grit from your face and looked back to there the darkness was but now it just stood trapped in the path far down the beach. You weren’t sure how you were going to head back to the doctor but you knew you weren’t going that way.

You stood up again this time alert but a little less nervous then before. You wandered the beach for a few more minutes until you saw a figure in a hood. The figure was in a dark hood, obscuring their face and body, and was looking out at the ocean. You stood your distance trying to figure out who this hooded figure was but then they turned to you. The hood shrouding there face in black and you shrunk away ready to turn and run, but an eerily calm voice turned your attention back. “Don’t run away; I’m not going to hurt you.” It was a girl, the voice was definitely feminine. “I need to show you something.” The voice was sincere but still you didn’t move. “Please” she pleaded and you slowly walked toward her resolving if she were to try anything you were going to use your powers. Surely you had them right? Your arms and legs seemed to be working just fine.

“Who are you?” You called out to her when you were close enough to see the black hood wasn’t black and was made of crushed dark blue velvet. Was this Lucy? No the girl before you was to tall to be Stephan’s little sister.

“I can’t tell you, I’m not supposed to show you this. I’m sorry but I can’t reveal who I am to you. Not yet.” You sighed and shook your head about to say something else when her hand jutted out of it’s hood and gently grasped your own. While the skin was so pale it was nearly bone white, the hands were soft and the nails were even painted. You only knew a few people with skin that pale.

“Kitty?” You asked leaning in trying to see into the darkened face of the girl but if it was Kitty her voice was different. The figure shook her head but you didn’t feel as uneasy as before. You walked together on the beach for a few moments before you started asking questions.

“What do you have to show me? Why can I walk normal now? Who are you?”

She didn’t answer any of your questions instead lead you to another illuminated pathway that lead through the forest boarding the wolf tribe. “You have to follow the path.”

“Me? Why? Aren’t you coming to?”

She shook her head. “I can’t go, you have to go. You have to see what I have to show you. Don’t be scared” When she said that your heart thumped quicker. “Nothing there can hurt you.”

“What?” You looked down the path as she let go of your hand. You tried to see where it would lead but the branches from the trees blocked your vision after a few hundred feet. “I’m not going down there by myself.” You shouted defiantly turning back to the figure, but she was no longer there instead a heavy fog surrounded you so much you could barely see the footprints you both had made in the sand just moments before. You sighed and turned your eyes back to the path sucking in a breath as you did so. You’d honestly much rather take a chance on the fog then on a path you’d never been on before but the path was clear and at least you could see, If you stood in the fog anything could happen and you wouldn’t know it until it was to late. With a heavy heart you walked forward.

You had never trusted the woods, there were to many hiding spots, not enough sun and to many bugs. This was no exception and you were uneasy with every step you took. Each sound made you nervous and every branch you stepped on you would stop and wait for something to pop out. It was as though you were going through a haunted house on Halloween, everything seemed like it was trying to scare you and you debated turning back and taking your chances on the beach when a groan nearly made your heart stop.

It was coming just up ahead, you carefully moved forward, straining your ears for other sounds. You heard sounds of a river, and a few owls calling to eachother and tehre it was again, the groan. “Hello?” you called out wishing it was just your imagination. You kept moving forward, turning the corner and seeing a long river running over the path you were supposed to take. The groan sounded louder this time as though it was coming from the body of water itself. With bated breath you picked up a large rock ready to bash it over anyone about to pop out and scare you but none came. Not even when you jumped down the small ledge of the bath and onto the edge of the running water.

The groan was coming from behind you, you raised the rock up and turned around with a gasp. You threw the rock into the water and rushed to the body stuck in the vines and roots of the river. The body was cold and pale, the lips blue and face dirty but you knew this face. “Katya!” You called out trying to pull out the vines but the thorns cut into your palms. “Fuck!” You exclaimed jerking your hand away and staring at the blood beginning to rush from them. “Katya!” You went to try and pull the vines from her face, maybe they were choking her. Is that why her face is blue? As you ignored the blood rushing down your hands and pulled the vines from Katya’s face you discovered the ones closer to her body was frozen. She wasn’t trapped, she was protecting herself. You looked around you, from what? You looked back at the girl and gasped, her brown eyes staring back at you.

“Arianna.” She said her voice was hoarse and her accent was thick as she spoke. “You need to go back.”

“Back?” You were confused “to the beach? To the doctor? Where?”

“I can’t go back yet.” She said lowly even though her eyes were looking at you they were glassy as though she wasn’t truly sure you were there. “Romeo needs me.”

“Romeo?” Your stomach fluttered at his name. “What about him? Do you know where he is? Is he alive? Why do you have to help him?”

Katya slowly closed her eyes then opened them again. “you have to go back.” Was all she replied, you noticed she was sinking deeper into the mud. You tried to pull her back up but the sharp thorns of the vines shredded your sweater sleeves threatening to do the same to your arms.

“Katya where?” You shouted at her watching her sink deeper and deeper into the mud, it slowly covering her face. “Where do I have to go?”

“You can’t stay here forever, you have to go back.” With that she was gone, disappearing under the mud that quickly frosted over leaving you sitting there confused and unsure of what to do now. The path still shown surrounded by a bright light as it crossed the river. Katya said you had to go back but back where? The stranger said you had to follow the path to see what she had to show you. You stood up looking back the way you came, darkness flooded that way making your decision easier. You moved forward entering the icy water and wading through the river to other side.

You kept walking forward incredibly nervous until you came across a house. It was odd seeing a house in the middle of a forest but this house looked more Grecian then anything. The path lead directly into the house where red door was ajar. You looked curiously at the door, it wasn’t completely red, no it had some areas painted blue as you approached your heart sank. That wasn’t paint and the door wasn’t red. The natural color of the door was blue but it was blood that coated the door. “Shit” You whimpered not wanting to go in the house, the smell coming from the house was enough to tell you to stay back. It smelled so strongly of metal that you didn’t doubt there was more blood in the house. The hallway was dark save for the path so you sucked in a breath and entered the house searching the wall for a switch and when you switched on the light you immediately regretted it. Blood and bone everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on the table and on the ceiling. “Jesus” You whispered to yourself as you followed the path to the living room which was in a similar state except that furniture was also thrown around the room haphazardly. You walked cautiously around the room trying not to think about what could have done this, that’s when you tripped on something and fell into the upside down living room chair. you quickly got up feeling the bone and blood sliding down your face, you frantically began to wipe it away with you shirt. Once you were satisfied that you felt no blood on your face you looked to see what you tripped over and immediately fell to your knees once you saw what it was. Of course like everything in this house, it has blood coating some of its parts but you knew this mask anywhere. It was an old wakandan mask that Michael showed you on your first date. It looked like an African tribe wood carving mask of a panther but you knew it was more then that. It was what made Michael feel wakandan, it reminded him of his father and where he came from and it reminded him how powerful he was, why was it here? He would never leave this behind.

A clattering of something upstairs caught your attention, you looked around to find a weapon but only found a fire poker and carefully followed the path up the stairs, still holding Michael’s mask. As you went upstairs you heard the clattering again and Brandon shouting the words “fucking bitch!” You knew it was Brandon, you knew his voice anywhere. The path didn’t lead into the room Brandon and you didn’t want to step away from it so you couldn’t see accurately who he was talking too as he shouted. “That fucking bitch! She’s going to … You swear this will work.” He was looking down at a desk, a large stack of papers under his fist. You didn’t hear the voice reply but brandon nodded and signed the paper. “Here’s to that bitch dying-“ he stopped speaking, the other person must’ve been speaking. “Sure ill lock her up. I’ll have the city build a special fucking dungeon just for her.” The scene before you faded as you walked down another set of stairs leading to the kitchen which had no blood on just one all white wall.

You stood there confused, the floor all around you was slick with the red liquid but this wall was completely bare. You and reached out and touched the wall jumping back and letting out a high pitched screamed when a hand from in the wall touched you back. You scrambled to your feet and watched in horror as faces coming out of the wall started to whisper harshly to you. “War is coming”, “Death looms”, “no one is safe as long as you’re here”, “once enemies unite it will be hard to stop”. The repeated those to you lowly at first then louder and louder until they were screaming at you. You clasped your hands over your ears running toward the back door. You threw it open and ran out of the house, finding yourself now on a road. An empty highway, you thought as you wandered onto the asphalt, looking up at the sky you saw it was dark and the trees were gone. You heard the loud roar of a car zooming behind you and the engine of a motorcycle slightly behind it and quickly ran toward the side of the road before you saw whos car it was.

The sparkling purple Lamborghini sporting the green-haired clown was clearly the Joker’s car, The slick black motorcycle following behind him had me and Damien on it. What the hell was he doing here? Was that a gun? The loud pop of a gun going off in the air made you jump as it hit Jay’s tire. You saw him serve, slamming on the breaks and hitting the roof of his car angrily. The motorcycle stopped quickly behind him and I hopped off clearly angrily along with Damien, Jay got out of his car to his face contorted in similar anger. The tension in the air hung thick and Jay pointed his gun at Damien while I pointed mine at J.

“I know I’m not one for pacts but me and Negan did have one. You don’t hurt me I don’t hurt you.” Damien and I were walking closer to him and you saw something in J’s face you never saw before. He was nervous. “I know you Baby Bat, you follow his rules, you wouldn’t kill me.”

“Then you don’t know me” We were only about a foot away from each other when Damien pounced. He hit jay hard on the head while the gun skittered out of his grasp close to your feet. The two men fought for a few minutes until I tapped Damien shoulder and as cool as a cucumber he stood up and stood next to me with a smirk on his face and blood on his knuckles. J stood up too, a little winded and searching for the gun he couldn’t see. I moved closer to him pointing the gun at his forehead. “I told Negan I’d only keep my pact if you kept yours and you didn’t. I let you get away with a lot of shit J. It ends today.”

“Do it. Do it then, Ace” The joker laughed manically pressing his face harder into the gun. “Kill me.” Unable to breath you saw my hand pull the trigger, but J determined not to die slapped the gun out of his face unfortunately I held on tight and instead of shooting his head, he crumpled down clutching his stomach and screaming in pain. “YOU CAN’T KILL ME! NO ONE CAN KILL ME!”

“Shut up.” Damien said taking the gun from my hand and popping another one in Jays ear. It flew out the other side brain matter and blood hitting your shoes. You screamed, running toward J who was slowly fading away.

“JAY!” You screamed out trying to find him but the darkness was coming towards you again. You had to run, you had to leave. You began down the lit path, crying and trying not to trip when a horrible white pain shot through your left shoulder and neck. You felt your shoulder as you cried out in pain and felt claw marks there, that darkness was coming. But you had to keep moving, but the pain in your arm was to much. It was making you weaker, your legs failed. You couldn’t move and that’s when the darkness swallowed you up whole.

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disarmingly · 7 years ago

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I'm curious how do you feel? What are you thinking about right now? Your little drabble and pics have such a sense of longing and bittersweetness to them that I guess you somehow must feel it yourself right now for it to be portrayed so raw and real and beautifully.

!!!! i am putting this under read-more! the contents are not very good/hopeful as i would like to portray and convey primarily online but they are an edited down truth. trigger(????) warnings for depression, general sadness, self-loathing, mention of suicidal thoughts/ references even in fiction, that whole bucket hat of stuff.

!!!!!! i have been going through a not so great time. for a while. and i try to keep that edited down and i am not very good at it so it leaks out everywhere as you probably noticed and i guess my point is that all that leakage IS me trying to keep it to myself and failing, tip of the iceberg kind of deal. !!!

i do my best to find good in things because if nothing else i feel i owe it to the universe to do so --- this will sound stupid i guess but the series noragami? there is this part where a guy is considering ending his life bc he’s in debt etc etc and in the midst of trying to persuade him to let go of the one thing keeping him from being able to take that choice back and actually live, he says he doesn’t want to let that one thing (his ‘love’ of a girl so to speak/ his memory) go and i don’t remember yato’s exact response verbatim but he’s basically like if you’re willing to literally die like this then you have no business loving anyone in the first place. i think this can be taken wrong, too simplified, but in my opinion the true and more complex intent is that the struggle and pain of being alive helps us be able to appreciate true love -- for our friends, for our family perhaps, for romantic partners, for our pets, for any other living being and later perhaps for their memory. i’m digressing but i’m trying to say that i think of stuff like this when it gets really bad, which unfortunately it has been for a while.

people do not generally like to know Too Much i guess unless it makes them feel powerful but once in a while knowing Enough makes people feel close and that’s not a bad thing. so i guess in the hopes that it’s the latter, that i won’t scare people away, or disappoint them, i’m trying to be honest here without going overboard.

you know when you hit a ball in a pinball machine and it goes literally everywhere? my mental state is that ball and almost everything is one of those little switches. i think a lot of people feel this way in varying degrees. at the stage i am, i feel overwhelmed all the time in a very negative way. on top of that, i have been fighting tooth and nail to get back to a place with writing that doesn’t feel so wretched but i can’t seem to get there. i produce work, it can’t be worked over more -- i recognize that at a certain point and post it, or it’s a fly-by-night kind of knee jerk result of feelings and such more than equal parts planning and feeling -- but it’s not right. i went a while without being able to write anything, so to be able to write here was such a relief i cried for weeks and i guess that had to do with the death all around me too but i’m being plain as i can be when i say my only worth i ever was able to recognize was my writing. it’s still true. so when it goes long times without working or being recognizably working to me, it does something bad to me.

i am working to get past it, every day. a sentence here. a thought there. i try new methods, new styles, but writing to me is as close maybe as i would get to falling in love? but if it could be, and it definitely could, it is that thing where you fall in love but the person does not fall in love with you back. i can chase, i can try to change everything. but it’s not reciprocal in a way that makes me feel like i can look to it. and i guess that’s hard for me, even if it sounds stupid.

i want to be so much better than i am and improvement is so slow i don’t even think it may be happening.

that sense of longing, that bittersweet?? ness??? it’s definitely tehre. and it has to do with other things too i’m sure --- people. fear. bad things that have happened lately and set me back actual years.

i am rambling. anyway that longing is just...i think the feeling of someone powerfully in love and watching it fade or afraid it’s already gone and maybe it’s one’s own fault? is how i feel. it’s just about writing and people, and it gets infused into how i see things like hyyh and many of my aus where people wonder about the choices they made or didn’t make, about worth. and about whether it’s okay to love people when even that love is unreliable. is it okay for me to continue so erratically? that sort of thinking.

there is this idea if you keep producing a volume of work eventually you crest that hard spell, but for some people it’s months and others it’s years and that’s scary. i honestly kind of hate it. it feels lonely and it feels impossible. i can’t write largely accessible things. i can only write closer to what i know and that’s definitely a weakness. but it would be okay if i could stop losing it all the time, but i’m mainly good at losing it seems. ah i’m sorry this is very negative i wanted to try to be more practical.

i get so worried about everything. i do long for things. mostly to not feel...like i usually do. but it’s up to me i guess in the end to see it through to that point, should it ever come. it’s my responsibility. and i do take it seriously despite all my sadness and Wanting of things that perhaps aren’t things i deserve.

idk if this answered your question or just gave you more.... oTL forgive me...

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Watching World Enough and Time for the first time

Hoo boy

-HOOOO BOI

-THE FINALE IS HERE (the first part of it, that is)

(Spoilers below the cut)

-Oookay snowy place... Kinda feels like the beginning of a Christmas Special (even though it’s still June...)

WHAT

-THE EPISODE BARELY STARTED??

-DOCTOR ARE YOU FAKING AGAIN

-WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SLEEVE, WHAT CAUSED IT TO BE SO TORN UP

shit, no, really, what happened

NOOOOOOO WHAT

-He’s screaming because he’s turning into Trump

-...sorry.

-And the theme song comes on, without ANY explanation at ALL of what in the HECK just happened.

S t e v e n mofo M o f f a t

-The name of doom.

? giant spaceship??

W H A T

-Holy shit BBC your CGI really improved

“Hello, I’m Doctor Who.”

“LIES” (from “Flatline”, Series 8)

-”My plucky assistants, thing 1 and... the other one.”

I’m sorry

-No seriously what are you doing Missy

Mary. Frickin. Poppins.

-”But think of the age gap!”

JELLY BABIES

-I’m 110% sure those are jelly babies and if not I will be pissed

Their faces say everything.

-”Well. I am the mysterious adventurer in all of time and space known only as ‘Doctor Who. And these are my... Disposals. Exposition and- comic relief.”

“Iz no an esersise, iz a tepht.” “Are you eating?” “No.”

...Bill’s face. This whole thing. I just can’t.

“ALlllso it’s his real name”

“His WOT”

-Okay so Missy’s probs joking here but what if his name was actually Doctor Who, what if his name was the title of the damn show and it was right in front of us and we never noticed lmao

-”Are you a human?!” “Don’t be a bitch.” SHE SAID THE B WORD

-”My name is Doctor Who.” “It’s not, is it?” “I like it.”

S H I T

WHATTHEFUCK

-”She’s a murderer!” “Enjoying your bacon sandwich?” “Why?” “Because it had a mummy and a daddy. Go tell a pig about your moral high ground.”

Bill: ‘...stop.’

“ah HAHAw na forget it”

-”Nardole agreed.” “No I didn’t.” “He did in my head which is good enough for me.”

“Are you having an emotion?”

“Look at that face, he’s having an emotion!”

“Can I take a selfie with you?”

Don’t know what they’re eating but I’m hungry and that looks tasty

-”She was my man-crush.” “I’m sorry?” “Yeah. I think she was a man by then. I’m fairly sure that I was too, it’s a long time ago.”

”We’re the most civilized civilization in the universe. Billions of years beyond your petty human obsessions with gender and associated stereotypes.” “But you still call yourselves Time Lords.” “......Yeah. Shut up.”

-The food looks like salad now

-that was sooo cute aaaa

-”Every star in the universe. We were going to see them all.”

-”But he was too busy burning them.”

“Promise you won’t get me killed.”

Well look at how well that went

I don’t like their synthesized voices at all.

-It reminds me a bit of this.

“Assumption.” “Deduction.” “Hope.” “Faith.” “Idiot.” “Always.”

I can’t believe Missy copied Hagrid

-”Why do you care, Smurf?”

-”If somebody kills you and it’s not me, we’ll both be disappointed.”

-”It’s a matter of time.”

OOOHHHH

-I don’t know shit, but I think I heard that time slows down at the event horizon of a black hole. As in, it seems to slow down to an outside observer.

-And I’m still too stupid to actually connect that information to the episode itself.

-Meanwhile, Bill seems... okay for now.

What the heck.

-The man is disturbing but not disturbing enough to make me go full caps lock and definitely not the most disturbing thing I’ve seen.

WHAT’S WITH THE THING ON HER CHEST

So much fluff

Oh...

-”Pain... Pain... Pain...”

-Pain pain pain pain PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN--

Sorry but CONVERSION THEATRE?!

-Bill geT THE HELL OUTTA TEHRE

-WHAT IF THEY’RE ACTUALLY PEOPLE SCREAMING IN PAIN BUT THEY LOST THEIR ABILITY TO SPEAK BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN CONVERTED INTO WALKING TIN CANS AND THE ONLY WAY THEY CAN EXPRESS WHAT THEY’RE FEELING IS REPEATEDLY SAYING “PAIN” IN MONOTONOUS VOICES

Please don’t be a jumpscare, please don’t be a jumpscare...

Okay, so the room with people in beds said IN, Bill’s room said CONVERSION THEATRE (I still don’t get why they call it a theatre/theater; who’s the audience? What’ so theatric about it?) and this room says OUT.

-Which MIGHT mean that the first one is where the humans are kept in custody before conversion, much like a normal hosptal wing (except for the conversion part) then humans are taken to the “Theatre” to have devices implanted on them and whatnot. THEN when they’re successfully converted or about to be so, they’re taken to the OUT room to finish the process... But then what?

Hey they’re using buttons to express their emotions

-World Enough And Time But The Cybermen Talk With Emoji Keypads

-But what if that guy couldn’t find that button at first so he was like “Stay-- (no that’s not it)” “Yes-- (not that)” “Step-- (no no)” “Pain-- (ah HA)”

AAAAGH I got scared

-I got a scare

OH SHIT

-Trope that scares me the most: Hiding character about to be discovered.

-The guy doesn’t tattle on her though

-They just... muted the device... That guy’s still in pain...

Holy fuck they’re all muted

-I want to say some sophisticated thing about governments pretending there are no complaints by simply muting them.. or something like that

-Bill you don’t have to turn the volume all the way up and risk being discovered

-I feel weird here, because “Kill me” is something I say a lot but there’s a HUGE difference between “Hahahahahaha what am I doing fucking kill me, stop my sinful hands hahaha the government should come to my house and end me look at all this trash i’m drawing ahahahaha this is true art fucking kill me pfftahahahahaha” and "K̺̯̭̻̘̟̎͂͛i̙̖̳͍̮̭̣̍́́l͒͏̮͎̲͖͇͖ͅl̤̜͙͉̘͋̆ͬ̂ͤ͘.̤ͤ̌ͬ͊ͤ͑ͅ.̝̞͕̖̒̑̈̃̔.͓͋̎ͦ̔ͮ̚ ̞͎̻̥̦͕̌ͬ͗ͫ͆̅̚m̳̱̬̞͍͓ͤ̿͂̊̃e̅̀.͉̫̪̰̖͢.̣͍̣̲͉.̡̙͖̥͎̯̜ͅ ̋ͥ͜k̹̳̞̀ȋ̬̖̭͜l̎̿ͬͮ͗͑̀̕l.̍̎.̟͎͇͉̪̳ͅ.̲̼̠ͤͫ̑̆̐̈͘ ̪̣͍͙͕͉̔̈̄́ͤͪ͝m̡̗͔̞̟̲̔̿ͩ̌̽ĕ͚̦̩̥̪̍ͅ.̞̩̫͖̗ͫ̓ͨ̌ͩͥ̽.̴̥͓̦̺̌̇ͬ̈́͂̂͒.͔͕̫̼̾͞ “

-”This way Mr Razor, look sharp!” Was that pun intended

Floor 1056. huh.

-That’s a whole goddamn city in there

WHAT THE FUCK

-NOPE

-THAT’S A NOPE FROM ME, A NOPE FROM YOU, A NOPE FROM ALL OF US, I AIN’T RHYMING SHIT WITH YOU!

-(...what.)

-”It will help with the horror to come.” “What horror?” “Mainly the tea.”

BEHIND YOU BILL

-”Drink it while it is very hot. The pain will disguise the taste.”

-me cooking be like

-Wait, if she’s been here for weeks then the Doctor and the rest of them have been up there all this time?!

-So if the ship’s top is ‘fast’ and bottom is ‘slow’ then the ‘top’ must be closer to the event horizon.

-That explains the date number thing up there.

-So Bill was in here for weeks, maybe months, but only a short time passed up top. Okay.

Thanks Doc, I still kinda needed that cleared up

-”If you’re standing in your garden, your head is travelling faster through time than your feet.” WHAT

-Okay, I didn’t know THAT, that’s actually new.

-Although I’m not sure if I should go flaunting this new knowledge willy-nilly, seeing as Doctor Who is generally not considered a credible source of scientific facts.

Awwww;; Ahahahahahaha

-”He’s been raising that eyebrow for a week.” That really puts things into perspective.

-What’s with that woman seriously

-”Don’t change the channel.” “A week, raising his eyebrow... why would I change?”

I find it kind of cute and sad at the same time that Bill has been watching the Doctor in excruciatingly slow motion for months and hasn’t gotten tired of it

-...Why did the window affect the patients?

“How many more years?”

-wait

-YEARS?!?!

-HOLY SHIT

-...Holy shit...

Just think of seeing that guy’s involuntary backflip for weeks on end

“Wait for me.”

There’s people down here?!!

-Are you saying that city was built by the people who came down here to fix the engine and those people’s descendants

-”Soon we will all be upgraded like them.”

-UPGRADED

*TRIGGERED*

dafuq

-Reminds me of the time I pulled a winter cap over my face just because I could.

-And then I put glasses on top.

-It didn’t help. I couldn’t see through the yarn as easily as I’d hoped.

-”That was good.” “Venusian Akido.” “I thought you needed four arms for Venusian?” “I’ve got hidden talents as well as hidden arms.”

Okay, I’m REALLY hungry.

-”When you hug me it hurts my heart.” “Aw, sweet.” “No, your chest unit. It digs right in.”

Just brilliant.

He’s wearinf a fucking mask I can’t;;asdaf

JESUS CHRTISY

WHAT THE TABLEFLIPFLAPPING FUCK

-THE GUY WAS A BACKSTABBER

-YOU BITCH

Oh yeah? If it’s so good then why don’t you go upgrade yourselves alrready?

“This won’t stop you feeling pain, but it will stop you caring about it.”

oh yeah that guy totally doesn’t care about his pain

-In fact he looks dead inside

-That actor might as well have been thinking ‘shit, my eye hole slipped and now I can’t see properly.’

-”It fits over your head.” Yeah I can tell that mister but I don’t want you or that ridiculous pipe thing you got there drilling willy-nilly into my brain

-”But I’m the computer guy, that’s always me.” “Sorry, she’s cleverer.” “She’s more evil.” “Same thing.”

Uh oh

-”Hello, ordinary person. Please maintain a minimum separation of three feet.”

-”I’m really not trying to kill anyone today, but it would be tremendously helpful if your major arteries were out of reach.”

-Annnnnnd now I’m veeeeery suspicious of the scraggly man’s identity as well.

-Like, even more so than before.

same

-“There’s always a scary thing with you isn’t there?” “Are you only getting that now?” *Empty Child flashbacks* *Silence in the Library flashbacks* *fucking BLINK FLASHBACKS* ...yeah I see what you mean.

And here we see another example of BBC’s Photoshop attempts, here used to tamper with stock footage of Earth to create an alien version of it.

-(I know it’s not Photoshop it was a joke)

-Wait.

-IT’S MONDAS ISN’T IT

-Yes I read up on the Doctor Who wiki before and apparently Mondas was a very Earth-like planet, only its people opted to ‘upgrade’ themselves for survival at some point in their history

-Remember kids, if you don’t have time to binge on Classic Who, just read up some long articles in the TARDIS wiki.

WHY IS THAT GUY’S HEAD SO SMALL AND THAT DOOR JUST OPENED BY ITSELF

I have a bad feeling about this

-Oh yes a VERY bad feeling

yep called it (Not really. It was in the trailer.)

-Wow Missy is so salty today

-Not sure if ‘salty’ is the right word... Let’s say ‘verbally homicidal’

-GOD THE SUSPENSE WITH THIS DOUBLE POV’S

-Like, holy fuck, that’s some awesome screenwriting there. Switching between two scenes while maintaining the suspense in both, without making it too fast/all over the place or too long.

-I’m getting chills.

wHAT

-Sheesh, the way his voice changes at the end of that sentence... Jesus.

same

-I’M SCREAMING HOLY FUCK OVER AND OVER AGAIN

-I THOUGHT MISSY WAS GONNA REGENERATE INTO HIM (which is kinda weird) OR MAYBE HE’D BE APPEARING IN A FLASHBACK OR SOMETHING BUT NOOOOO THAT ONE FISHY GUY WAS THE MASTER ALL ALONG

-MOFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT